Description from original post (created 2015-12-24 06:50):
Hello everyone this is my entry for The Nuclear Winter Skin Contest i hope you like it if you do so please give it a diamond, favorite and subscribe for more .
Story
i've been walking for days , my feet hurt and i can't see anything with this snow storm raging threw the wasteland.
the only thing i wanted was my home . i knew it was probably gone but i still had hope .
when i saw my village i started picking up the pace and tried to find my way back home .
i didn't want to go back to the city , it's dirty and the people look at me , they think i'm a freak just because i survived .
they don't know what i've been threw . when i saw my home i knew my family was gone . i saw shadows of what once was my kitchen . i know i can't stay here i need to move on but not back to that city .
i'm not a monster ...
deep inside i'm still human.
the only thing i wanted was my home . i knew it was probably gone but i still had hope .
when i saw my village i started picking up the pace and tried to find my way back home .
i didn't want to go back to the city , it's dirty and the people look at me , they think i'm a freak just because i survived .
they don't know what i've been threw . when i saw my home i knew my family was gone . i saw shadows of what once was my kitchen . i know i can't stay here i need to move on but not back to that city .
i'm not a monster ...
deep inside i'm still human.
self-made art
